Date: Mon, 18 Aug 1997 20:24:45 -0700
Subject: Mares, and maidens guiding my course. (Per Leonardo).


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|      ...and prosed 'aja'ib', (marvels), who's beauty lies in the eyes |
|of the beheaded; $'a'lo(o)m(e)-ing over this region, one of Al Aaraaf, |
|griftgrafted to a form not yet lost, or "Less than archangel ruined and|
|th'excess / Of glory obscured" less a paradise lost than one not heard:|
|blinded by four suns, and young Angelo's earthly love. But who?        |
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|	Exustiones rather, before this exeunt, and from what dips in the|
|Lycian well, sistis exurit miseros, leaving drawing lots, while there, |
|in Al Aaraaf and transformed appears Israfel "Whose heart-strings are a|
|lute" spinning brushblushed twilights of admirabilis eloquentia, ink of|
|writings impossibility of memories in such times. There the quill must |
|reach for the ink's well lightly spilling over spells and scratching a |
|trace, knot to what it wishes. Or to quench the thirst of Parmenides's |
|mares, cooling their four iron ideograph 'to fly' (if read in Chinese);|
|or plain hoofs for those where the words breaks off. But who?		|
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|    A mono-ment (if encircled ways 'a'nd _Phaedrus'_), is a phrase to a|
|fraise to a phrase slipped ever off to-word the storytelling of what is|
|hardly a being which nonetheless embraces "what" with a 'there, there'.|
|Such is the telling tale of what lives. A thousand and One Write, and  |
|there I write you to the sixth day of _Decamerone_, or rather,from this|
|Boccaccio do you desire to also hear of Dante's Beatrice? Such are two |
|kinds of rusting, and yes much more to say of the "trace nature of a   |
|monument",l'un d'altissimo e nobile, l'altro di laudevoli consolazioni.|
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| 	"Festive is thus what as monument slips between lips of a       |
|        placenta-8."						        |
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|    Yes, fragile enough phrase, fraised through in what slidereferenced|
|three posts [Eric, Talan, L. Raggo]; ladder to the chutes of four more |
|[Gwen, L.Raggo to Eric, L.Raggo, and Socha]. A phrase as festival then |
|for the contemplation of _mourning_ which tests itself against a patho-|
|logical form of mo(u)rning: viz., time. (Take a look or two at Freud's |
|_Inhibitions, Symptoms and Anxiety_, then tackle Lacan's _Seminar X_,  |
|Anxiety, 1962-1963). Sure, a little arabesque, you might feel, but that|
|is where consumption x-plores a shore (_littorally_) that it reaches   |
|only as the hull of what ships it there rusts into nothing but a piece |
|that will be picked by an artist; never lost to a arch-o-tender-texture|
|if an angel-ate the message as celestial placenta. Ecce how Angelo when|
|on Al Aaraaf was transformed into Israfel as the mares of Parmenides   |
|spun him round the x-placed mono-|-ments of both Truth and Seeming. Ah!|
|what the Hector! 		  |				        |
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 lalangue trespasses,             
 Lucio Angelo Privitello